Chapter 825 Chen Bao extra (23)
This was the first time Zhou Mian had ever seen Murong Chen fight.
His punches were crisp and clean; the two burly men looked like trained fighters, but they couldn't gain the upper hand against him at all.
Zhou Mian had been learning Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) from her coach for four or five years, but at this moment she felt that Murong Chen's level was far superior to her coach's.
No wonder that the time she fought with him before, she only managed to gain a small advantage by taking advantage of his complete lack of vigilance.
She barely saw it clearly before she realized that Murong Chen's battle had ended.
The two burly men had now transformed into burly cats, curled up on the ground and howling along with Boss Zhao.
Murong Chen caused quite a commotion when he barged in, and now these people are howling like this, so the people outside are probably already on their way.
He quickly walked to Zhou Mian's side: "How are you?"
Zhou Mian's breathing was a little rapid, but her voice remained calm: "I'm fine, how...how do we get out?"
"I stole the key to the eighth-floor room and climbed in along the air conditioner unit. There's little hope of going back the way we came. We'll try to sneak out through the front door."
Zhou Mian nodded, waves of heat washing over him.
She looked at Murong Chen, trying her best to control the urge to moan in front of him.
When Murong Chen saw her flushed face, her tightly biting lower lip, and her legs feeling weak as she leaned against the window, his heart skipped a beat.
He let out a long sigh and asked her, "Can you still walk by yourself?"
Zhou Mian hummed in agreement, but the moment she took a step, her knees buckled uncontrollably, and she nearly fell to her knees.
Fortunately, Murong Chen was quick enough to step forward and pull her into his arms.
It was only when their skin touched that he noticed what she was wearing.
Her chest was covered by black lace fabric, and several straps were tied around her back. The size of the top was a little too big, and the black straps dug deep into her snow-white skin, leaving red marks on her back.
She was only wearing a short skirt that barely covered anything, and as she moved, her fair thighs unconsciously wrapped around his body.
The smooth, delicate touch and the vast expanse of stunningly white skin that met his eyes almost instantly made his entire body stiffen.
Even though the people underground were still howling, at this moment, Murong Chen could clearly hear the pounding of his own heart.
He didn't know where to put his hands for a moment, but Zhou Mian wrapped her arm around his waist, and he awkwardly pulled her into his arms.
His voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke: "I'll take you out."
Zhou Mian was in even greater pain. The clarity in her mind just now was only a forced effort. Now, leaning against Murong Chen, she felt like a piece of ignited explosive, her whole body burning hot and about to explode.
She unconsciously rubbed against him, only letting out soft sobs.
Her eyebrows, drawn so thin and long, were now furrowed, and her pair of luscious, glistening pink cherry lips unconsciously brushed against his neck...
Murong Chen felt that the medicine in the room had probably affected him as well.
Otherwise, he wouldn't feel so hot, so hot that he felt like he was about to be set on fire.
His eyes were dark and deep, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Zhou Mian's hand, which, unsurprisingly, elicited a soft moan from her.
He seemed startled by the sound, and his mind cleared up a little in an instant.
Gritting his teeth, he stopped thinking and scooped her up on his back.
On the way out, the person on the ground was still writhing in pain. Thinking that Zhou Mian's appearance had been seen by these three bastards on the ground, his eyes narrowed, he frowned, and decided to just knock all three of them unconscious with a machete each.
After finishing everything, he thought for a moment, then put Zhou Mian aside and took off one of the big men's clothes to put on himself.
He picked up Zhou Mian's coat from the side and draped it over her shoulders before turning around to carry her on his back.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw several people in black suits rushing towards him from a short distance away.
Sure enough, the commotion he made was so great that it alerted the others.
The person opposite him, seeing that he was carrying a woman on his back and wearing clothes belonging to someone close to Boss Zhao, immediately asked, "What's going on?!"
Murong Chen quickly said, "This woman just banged her head against the wall because she wasn't cooperating with President Zhao. She made too much noise, and President Zhao was afraid she would die, so he asked me to take her to the infirmary first."
She was indeed covered in blood—blood from Mr. Zhao, who had been stabbed like a hedgehog.
The men didn't think much of it, after all, they had seen plenty of girls who threatened to kill themselves when forced to do these things.
So he said "bad luck" and let Murong Chen leave.
Murong Chen breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and walked out with Zhou Mian on his back.
However, after taking only two steps, a voice called out from behind, "Wait!"
Murong Chen suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“You’re one of Mr. Zhao’s men, but you look different from how I remember you. Turn around and let me see you.”
The footsteps behind him grew closer, and Murong Chen's mind raced as he made his calculations.
He knew they would definitely go to Mr. Zhao to verify his story, and seeing the mess in the room, they would know he was lying. But this way, he could at least buy himself some time.
But it seems that even this little bit of time is not enough to buy.
Since that's the case—
The moment the other person reached for his shoulder, he didn't say a word, turned around and swept his leg, knocking the person to the ground.
The people behind were stunned at first, then cursed "Damn it," and then swarmed forward.
Murong Chen did not linger in the fight. He was carrying Zhou Mian on his back and knew that his chances of winning against multiple opponents were slim, and that it would also be easy for Zhou Mian to get injured. So the moment the opponent charged at him, he turned and ran.
He hadn't been here long and had spent most of his time wandering around underground; he didn't know how to get out at the moment.
After several turns, he was forced into a dead end at a stairwell corner.
A group of people opposite him were carrying sticks or knives, and they approached him step by step.
Zhou Mian, who was behind him, was feeling unwell and had no idea what was happening outside. She was being well protected by Murong Chen and was just unconsciously rubbing against him, occasionally letting out hot breaths.
Murong Chen felt that the threat and torment posed by the group of people opposite him were not as great as the person behind him.
He took a deep breath and placed the person in the corner of the stairwell.
Then he turned his head away.
He felt a surge of anger coursing through his body, an urge that desperately needed to be released.
So when everyone rushed toward him, he went to meet them without saying a word.
Instantly, the sounds of muscles colliding and sticks clashing echoed throughout the stairwell.
During the fight, Murong Chen was injured, but his movements remained swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.
"Who exactly are you!" The man who first noticed Murong Chen's unusual identity glared angrily at Murong Chen, his arm bleeding.
The latter scoffed, "Your grandfather."
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw another punch, knocking the man to the ground.
Seeing this, the others looked at each other, and then someone shouted, "Brothers, let's go!"
Then everyone rushed towards Murong Chen again.
Even if Murong Chen was highly skilled in martial arts, he could not fight against four people with two fists, not to mention that the number of people on the other side was not four, but constantly increasing.
Over time, the struggle turned into a war of attrition, and he eventually found himself struggling against multiple opponents.
However, just as he was starting to lose ground, he heard someone running and shouting at the top of their lungs from not far away—"Fire! Run!"
The person who was facing off against Murong Chen was instantly startled.
"No need to look anymore, it's really on fire. I advise you not to even think about catching me. You should prioritize escaping. Otherwise, even if you catch me, you won't have the chance to claim credit or reward yourself."
Murong Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.
It wasn't until they saw thick smoke rising in the distance that everyone realized what this person was saying was true!
"This fire looks pretty big..."
"Run! Run!"
"Yes, forget about him, let's get out of here first!"
In the face of fire, nothing is more important than saving lives.
A group of people then rushed out in a frenzy.
One of them was heading towards the elevator when his companion pulled him back, saying, "Are you crazy? You have to take the stairs during a fire!"
Hearing the commotion, Murong Chen glanced at the stairwell again before quickly going over to check on Zhou Mian in the corner.
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